You’d been training with Megumi all day. Gojo had ordered you two to train all day to get stronger, but secretly you think he just wanted to see you both completely whipped at dinner. It didn’t help his case that he was stifling laughter as he passed by the two of you training at least three times that day. But he was right, you needed to get stronger so even if Gojo was finding you and Megumis suffering entertaining, the training was still paying off.

Your movements were starting to slow down though, and you could tell it was time to stop before it turned into a truly embarrassing scene of you struggling to keep your aching body upright. You and Megumi ended training and you were getting water from your bag but as you glanced at Megumi something didn’t look right about him. He looked paler than usual, and oddly uncomfortable. His usually stoic expression looked… pained, and he looked as if he were fighting something you couldn’t see as his body twitched, reaching for something in your direction. In You were concerned, had you two trained too hard that day?

As you neared him, offering your water bottle to him to hopefully help, your concern grew.

Suddenly your back was to the wall, Megumi pushing against you yet not looking into your eyes.

“Senpai… I need to ask…”it seemed like a pain just for him to speak as if he were still trying to hold himself back but you were alarmed by his sudden actions, “could I have just a little of your blood?— I’m sorry, I’m just so thirsty after today.”